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Check-in

Monday, April 13th, 2009

Normally I’d frame a post like this in some kind of broader doesn’t-this-happen-to-all-of-us kind of theme.

Not this time.

I’m writing just to check in here and because I’ve realised a few things.

  1. The original idea for me to write a public-worthy blog has flown out the window – this blog is as self-indulgent and unfocused as its predecessor.  It’s just less defamatory.
  2. I’m procrastinating massively.
  3. Maybe I should finally update the neglected Veggie Rant for a blog that actually has a point to it.
  4. I’m not sure why I’m writing numeric points because there aren’t that many points to make.
  5. My right wisdom tooth is an absolute mess at the moment.  Not that you wanted to know.
  6. Still procrastinating.
  7. Yep, still procrastinating.
  8. I made awesome pizza this long weekend.  I’m particularly self-impressed with my potato and rosemary and my sweet potato and feta.  I should take pictures.  I should learn to make my own bases next.
  9. See clauses 2, 6, and 7.

So fine.  I’m procrastinating around fulfilling my Script Frenzy pledge.  I’ve written one-and-a-bit episodes so far (32 pages) when I should’ve finished two episodes by now (around the 43 pages mark).

It’s not funny, but I know where it needs to be funny and vaguely how it needs to be funny and I knew it wouldn’t be funny at this stage anyway.  Phew.  Though I do kind of wish it was funny because then I’d feel a bit more justified in carrying on, considering it’s meant to be a goddamn comedy series.  But you wouldn’t know it to read it.  It’s comedy incognito.  Lord.

I also have a lot of music to learn and singing practice to do.  I need to start exercising again.  I need a haircut and that’s just the start of the general maintenance required.  I need to stop downloading TV shows lest I blow my bandwidth limit.  I need to stop watching TV shows so I can get singing, learning, writing, general maintenance, and life underway.

I feel very lost with singing at the moment, by the way, so I’m procrastinating around doing that too.  That’s probably why I’ve managed to write 32 pages of script thus far, and why I have still not managed to grasp vocal mixing yet.  Nor have I grasped how to sing my solo without feeling both atonal and a w*^ker.  Of course, it doesn’t help that I don’t even know the words yet.  What an asset I’ll be come rehearsal – ie: next weekend.  Crap, crap, crap!!!

Am I doomed to get things done by using one thing as a means of procrastination around another?

That could work, except for the part where all I can really think about is watching the next episode of Damages season 2 (Should we side with Glenn Close or not?  Who does Rose Byrne shoot in those cutaways??  No, don’t tell me!).

How did I become this cowardly, inert, procrastinating, craft-poor blob?

How can I write 11 pages by midnight?

How can I learn 8 songs by Sunday?

How can I fit in 2 Pump classes this week?  Will I still be able to walk afterwards?

Why did I make this cocktail so sour?

Why did I make a cocktail at all?  I’m supposed to be writing!  Plus, I already had open Zibobo Rosa (Mmmm…) in the fridge – couldn’t I have had a flute of that?

Who says ‘flute’ like that?  Especially with reference to domestic booze consumption?

Anyway, I had to use that lime – it cost 50 freaking cents – and if four sachets of sugar and half a glass of cranberry juice isn’t enough to sweeten it, then too bloody bad.

(beat)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

 Blackout.

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I Like TV

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Watching TV shows is a legitimate hobby. And I don’t mean the kind of mindless channel surfing kind. I mean the deliberate appreciation of drama and comedy series made for TV. It’s as legitimate an art-form as any other, I feel. In fact, I think mainstream TV is doing a much better job using the motion picture medium than most films are.

I watch TV shows but don’t watch actual TV. I’ll gladly watch a whole disc of Futurama in a sitting, but so much as a 30 minute show that’s airing right now will see me skipping off to do something else in the ad-breaks – not to return.

It’s the way of the future – you buy/borrow DVDs, or download files, and watch stuff when you feel like it. Without being advertised at, and without missing out on stuff if you took too long to brush your teeth in the ad break. And just like stamp collecting, playing golf or learning a language, TV viewing a hobby because it’s on your own schedule. You’re in control. You can start and quit anytime you want… right? Right?!

Now that I’ve justified sitting on my arse eating Snakata rice crackers and Lindt Chilli Chocolate, watching hour upon hour of images on screen in lieu of doing something more social (some would call it “having a life”), I’ll tell you the two main shows I’ve been watching.

Dexter

Oh dear lord, this show… It’s “the show that everyone’s talking about”, but for good reason. It’s quite amazing. In case you don’t know, it’s the story of a man who’s a serial killer. But his adopted father, a world-weary cop who has noticed his boy’s violent urges and not-quite-right-ness, taught him to channel his energies into, well, killing ‘bad’ people – and not getting caught.


Morally questionable? Yes. But no more so, I feel, than any TV hero or superhero who goes around killing ‘the bad guys’ – and they do it with far less self-reflection and questioning than Dexter does. Even though he’s a sociopath, he knows it’s questionable territory too.

The dialogue is sharp and deep, the characters complicated and compelling, the twists and turns squeal-worthy, and the performances and direction just beautiful.

But another element that may slip under the radar in many appraisals is the cinematography. Some of the shots are downright strokes of genius. Some are so long and winding you think “How the hell did they shoot it like that?!” Other shots give sinister characters exquisite moments, or turn kind or appealing characters into sinister, almost repulsive ones.

And in all of this, it doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s disarmingly funny in parts, which makes you suddenly realise you can relate to Dexter – a serial killer, no less. Everyone has felt like an outsider or pretender at some stage. Everyone has, however small, that ‘dark passenger’ inside. Everyone at times wears a mask.

I ploughed through seasons 1 and 2 very quickly. So during season one I was having nightmares – so what? It was worth it for such sublime entertainment.

Arrested Development

I’m a real latecomer to this show, but that makes it no less bloody marvellous. I’m about two-thirds of the way through season 2 now and it’s going from strength to strength. Or, perhaps, from insane to barking f–king crazy.

The Bluth family are the biggest pack of double-crossing, self-serving, amoral @r$e#ole$ you’d ever have the misfortune of meeting. Yet I want to hug them all (except, maybe, Lucille who I’d be afraid might stab me). And for some reason I can’t shake off, I find Gob (Will Arnett, who I knew first as Devon Banks in 30 Rock) really attractive. Michael is the cute and virtuous one, but there’s something about that gung-ho idiot magician… you know, it’s probably his chicken dance.

The show is peppered with brilliant cameos too – Henry Winkler as the astonishingly hopeless lawyer (“The will is in my office, next to the hotplate with the fraying wires”), Liza Minelli as Lucille 2 with incurable vertigo, Julia Louis-Drayfus as the ‘blind’/'pregnant’ lawyer… all solid gold.

The image of Gob being ‘skilltestered’ into the air by crane – while wearing a banana suit – may forever make me smile.

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